St. Landry democrat., 1887-06-25

of appetite, the banquet was drawing to
close. Our store is small, ! know, but do
you not think it would be nice to remember
Unity Graham and dear little Claribel Green?
My heart always goes out to those orphans
with no home but boarding school."
Indeed it would" answered the girls cor
lially.
Who'll undertake the mission?"
II will, promptly responded Allie.
when the lights are Ged,
The garlands dead
And all but me departed,
In ghostly white
I'll walk the night,
Leaving my packages within their door,"
Very we'll while you don your night
robe, Bess will write some poetry, and Sallie
will help me make up the packages"
The girls worked with feverish zeal, but
the retiring bell rang before they had quite
completed their arrangements.
The verses ran as follows:
With us you are 'one.' dear Unity,
In fellowship fond as well as in name,
Hence tits without slightest impunity,
We send you this package with hopes that
the same
May meet with your warmest, intense regard,
Sincerely your friend. Bess. the bard.
'Prima Donna Allie,
Royal artist Sallie,
And the harps fond queen,
Our golden-haired JEAN"
''Clarbel sweetest,
Prettiest, neatest,
We send you a token
Of love, fond and true,
May that love meier be broken
Like crackers in two.
Nor totally vanish,
No more to be seen,
As doubtless will vanish
This lonely sardine.
But sweet as these bon bons,
AS strong as the vine
Whereon grew these raisins
So spicy and fine.
AS rich as these nuts are,
AS green as the tree,
The source of this sugar.
May it grow fair and free.
Ever your friends
Allie and Salie
Bessie and jean"
Laden with the packages, Allie stepped
cautiously into the dark corridor, while the
girls peeped from the door.
As she approached the hall running at
right angle, with the corridor, and beyond
which the little girls room lay, a door sud-
denly opened near the corner. Twas that
of Miss Terry, the presiding teacher. A
broad ray oflight fell from 1t upon the hall
floor.
Allie darted swiftly to the small fire-escape
stairway in the end of the corridor and
climbed with agility to the floor above.
Miss Terry brought her tallow candle,
looked the length of the corridor, then retired,
murmuring, "If it were not an impossibility
1 would be almost positive that I smelt sar-
Dimes"
As Allie slowly arose from the top step
with view to descending a wild scream
struck upon her startled ears, and fright
ened voice cried out, "Furgiv me dis time,
Mass Spook fur de Laud's sake, furgiv me,
deah Mass Spook, an won't never do so no
mo-"
Twas Tidy, the young chambermaid,
bent, without doubt, on some errand of mis-
chief Allie smothered her laughter, and
slowly lifting her arms, sank down upon the
step, upon which Tidy ran screaming down
the hall.
At the first sound Miss Terry fastened to
the floor above, thus leaving the way clear
below. Allie slipped down the steps, sped
with lightning feet to the little girls room,
left the packages, and returned as swiftly to
her own.
"Was not that narrow escape?" she
painted.
"Indeed it was" laughed the girls.
"We'd better put the boxes of goodies left
in our cellar (the stove), girls, and get to
bed" said Jean. "The inspector general
will soon be around"
This suggestion was speedily acted upon,
and so ended the grand banquet.
On the morrow the few remaining articles
were divided and eaten, and as the last one
disappeared the girls declared they had never
enjoyed anything more than 'Jeannie's
Box"
In Great Luck.
One Bohemian, meeting another dressed
in black, remarked:
"Well, what's up now?'
Don't you know? We've just buried
poor B." also Bohemian.
"You don't mean to say he's dead? Well,
he is in luck P'-The Judge.